My notebook still overflows with memories of you,
from a time when I was so close to what I thought I knew.
I thought I was worthless and began to make my peace with death.
I looked at the stars and wondered if it would have been different
had your reflection not been shining into every part of my life.
Perhaps you did shape my personality,
because the irony is you set out to make sure
I'd never forget you or the things you done to me.
Your plan was to completely demolish me.
When in fact, I can't ever forget you, or what you done,
but I can say that i survived that and became stronger because of it!
I became braver - the complete opposite of what you set out to achieve.
I feel like I can never truly be broken because I have already survived the worst.
So tell me, oh great fearless one,
who is powerless now ?
Who is crying themselves to sleep
in fear of what tomorrow brings?
